Hello everybody! After watching the most recent season of the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, I could not get the tension between Caliban and Sabrina out of my head, and I just knew I had to write a story about them! Their dynamic between their characters is insane, and when I watched the scene when Caliban proposed marriage, I knew I had to write an alternate story. So here it is! Enjoy. I completely plan on finishing this story if people enjoy it. So please, let me know!

Thank.

EJ

Disclaimer: I don't own The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. Credit is due to the writers and Netflix. I borrowed dialogue from the script for this first scene.

I stared at Caliban with a look of distrust. Something about his calm, yet cunning demeanor was feeling off to me. Though, I could not place my finger on it.

"Align?" I asked him, a bit confused by his proposition. "Who would win the throne in that case?"

"We both would." He answered, one side of his lips upturning in a sly grin. "We could align and rule Hell together."

I couldn't keep myself from looking at him in disbelief. It was such a sensible yet absurd idea, that it almost made sense.

"What would this entail, us 'aligning'?" I questioned Caliban, putting emphasis on the world that he had suggested.

"Marriage. A union of the two most powerful beings vying to rule Hell." I almost choked on my intake of breath as he spoke the words.

"Marriage. I can almost guarantee that we want very different things, Caliban."

Caliban looked at me with a mischievous sparkle in his emerald eyes, and instantly I knew he had yet another counter offer. When I looked at his hands, I could see that they were stopped at a peculiar page in the book he was holding. The Pygmalion spell.

"I've seemed to have located the exact spell that we need to save your friend...but what will you give me in return?" Caliban taunted me, raising the book above my reach. It was then that I cursed my petite stature, but I needed to focus on the task at hand. And that was saving Roz.

"I'm not going to play 'The Deal is Right' with you. I need to save Roz, and that's the spell I need to do so. You said you came to help, Caliban, so you better start acting on your word." I was beginning to show my frustration with the pompous jerk standing in front of me.

"What will you trade me to save your friends, and stabilize the realms?" Caliban was not backing down.

"Are we seriously having this conversation? Right now?" I asked, getting more pissed by the second.

"A monarch must know how to compromise."

Those words, as provoking and teasing as they were, actually struck a chord deep within me. There was more at stake than just Roz being turned to stone, the havoc being wrought throughout Greendale, and the Unholy Regalia. Total destruction and enslavement of the Earth hung in the balance. If there was anything in my power that I could do to prevent those things from happening, I would, even if I meant sacrificing my own happiness. Sighing, I knew that Caliban had ensnared me.

"There would have to be conditions." I finally spoke after a pause of silence. Caliban's lips began to upturn in a small smile of victory, but I wasn't about to limit his satisfaction.

"Of course."

"First off, Earth would be off limits. And there would be absolutely no enslavement of anyone. This whole Tenth Circle of Hell nonsense would be eradicated. Am I clear?" I layed down my opening offer. Caliban looked at me with a bit of suspicion in his eyes, though.

"But what would we do instead, do you suppose?" He questioned me, running his hands through his chin length, dirty blonde hair.

"We'd reform the Hell that already exists, make it better. Maybe even work with Heaven, instead of against it." I was just giving the suggestions that flew off the top of my head, but they seemed to peak Caliban's interest.

"Work with Heaven? Do you really think that they would be willing to do that?" Caliban responded. I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing what the citizens of Hell would be privy to doing. But as long as I could keep Caliban communicating with me on the same page, I would keep suggesting things until my mouth was dry. Though, I did have a question for him.

"Caliban, why do you even want to be king?"

"For the same reason you want to be queen...for the power that it holds." Caliban leaned against the library table, a smirk across his face. But, to my chagrin, he was somewhat right with his assumption of what I was trying to achieve.

"We would need to have some things in writing first. And to be clear, our alignment would be strictly political. Not romantic." I wanted to clarify exactly what this arrangement would mean, for both of us. I did not need Caliban to use this union as a way to cozy himself up to me. I had bigger demons to fry than his need for amorous attention. Though I could tell that he sensed a feeling of victory.

"Carnal?" He questioned me, a mischievous grin once again occupying his boyish face. I had to restrain myself from launching one of the ancient texts that surrounded me at his head.

"Not carnal, no. Absolutely not."

"We have not yet discussed the complete terms of our alignment, Sabrina. Once we've saved your friend, then we shall present our idea to the court of Hell. For now, maybe we should focus on the Pygmalion spell." Caliban was right, though. We would need to formalize the agreement with the members of the Court of Hell. I knew Lilith would have a field day with this political development.

"I agree. But I'm serious, Caliban. This marriage, if we come to common terms, is only for political gain." I warned him. After Nick, love wasn't something I was interested in.

Caliban approached me, book in hand. Gently, he slid the leather bound object into my hands. Though the words that followed the gesture were almost haunting.

"Do not dismiss the pleasures that this union could hold, Sabrina. They might be the solution to your suffering."

I hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know.

EJ